That's the way I love you

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Freen POV

I suddenly felt a rush of warmth creeping up to my cheeks as the memory of last night flooded my mind. Becky's mischievous smile, her inviting gaze, and the way she had playfully pulled me closer all replayed vividly in my thoughts. It was a side of her I hadn't seen before, a side that hinted at her growing comfort with me.

We had been lying there, side by side, in the dim light of my apartment. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of nervous anticipation and a shared unspoken understanding. Becky's fingers had lightly brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine, and her gaze had held mine, searching for something – a sign, a permission perhaps.

And then she had moved, her lips drawing closer to mine, and in that moment, the world seemed to slow down. The anticipation was almost palpable, the air charged with the unspoken words hanging between us. When our lips finally met, it was a gentle, hesitant kiss, as if testing the waters.

But as our connection deepened, as our mouths moved in unison, it was like a spark ignited between us. The uncertainty melted away, replaced by a growing desire and an intoxicating closeness. Our kisses became more urgent, more fervent, as if each one was a reassurance, a confirmation that this was real.

Becky's touch was electrifying, her fingers tracing the contours of my face, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a mix of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and a blossoming affection that had been building between us. It was as if all the unspoken feelings were finally finding their voice in the meeting of our lips.

Time seemed to blur as we lost ourselves in each other, and for a while, it was just us – the world outside our bubble faded away. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a step deeper into uncharted territory, a realm of emotions that I had been denying for so long.

When we finally broke apart, our breaths ragged and our hearts pounding, we exchanged a look that spoke volumes. It was a shared understanding, a realization that this was just the beginning of something new and beautiful. As I held her close that night, my mind was filled with a mix of emotions – elation, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of rightness.

Now, as I sat amidst my friends, their playful teasing bringing me back to the present, I couldn't help but smile to myself. Last night had been a turning point, a leap of faith into uncharted waters. And I was ready to see where this journey with Becky would lead us.

Freen stood in the kitchen, focused on the pots and pans before her. She was well aware that her culinary skills weren't exactly impressive, but she was determined to make something special for Becky. After all, cooking for someone was a way of showing care and affection – and she had a lot of both for Becky.

As she stirred the simmering sauce, she felt a pair of hands gently rest on her waist. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips before she even turned around, recognizing the touch and the warmth that radiated from it. Becky.

"Hey there," Freen said, turning around to face her. Becky's face was lit up with excitement, and it made Freen's heart flutter.

"Hey yourself," Becky replied with a playful grin. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Freen's cheek, leaving Freen blushing slightly.

"So, what's cooking?" Becky asked, peering over Freen's shoulder at the concoction on the stove.

Freen chuckled nervously. "Well, I'm attempting to make your favorite pasta dish. Emphasis on 'attempting'."

Becky laughed, her fingers still lightly resting on Freen's waist. "That's sweet of you, Freen. I appreciate the effort."

Freen glanced back at Becky, a mixture of relief and affection in her eyes. "I just thought I'd try to make something special. You know, to make up for my lack of culinary skills."